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Live well, perhaps, there is still a long way to go......

"Let the past pass, who hasn't made a mistake yet." Zhang Rong was calm.

He was at fault, and she was at fault.

Quan Fuyi didn't speak again, but just grabbed Zhang Rong's hand tightly and was unwilling to let go.

The two of them sat together and watched as the sun slowly set over the sky, and the orange afterglow turned red over the city. The birds are flying and chirping.

In the evening, a maid brought Zhang Rongrang's porridge.

"I'll feed you porridge." Zhang Rong took the bowl and said to Quan Fuyi in the tone of talking to a child.

Quan Fuyi doesn't like to drink porridge, he frowned and shook his head: "Is there anything else?" ”

"Anything else, the doctor said, you just had surgery, and you can only eat a little liquid. This millet porridge that has been boiled for a long time is the best. Zhang Rong said seriously.

Quan Fuyi still frowned and couldn't eat.

Zhang Rong simply took a small mouthful of porridge with a spoon and fed it directly to Quan Fuyi's mouth.

Quan Fuyi was caught off guard and had no choice but to eat.

"At a young age, what's so naughty." Zhang Rong said angrily, and after speaking, she fed him another bite.

Quan Fuyi has no room for refutation, because he has always had porridge in his mouth.

However, as he ate, he found that the porridge was quite delicious and fragrant.

"You made it yourself?" Quan Fuyi asked.

"I'm not available today." Zhang Rong glanced at him lightly.

"Then you can make me one another day."

"It depends on the mood."

Quan Fuyi smiled, the curvature of the corners of his mouth slowly rose, and he smiled like a child.

His gaze never left Zhang Rong's face, and since the divorce, he has seen her only a handful of times.

Did she know that every time he saw her, his gaze liked to stay on her face.

Zhang Rong didn't have too many words, she just silently fed Quan Fu Yi and ate porridge.

The sunset outside the window slowly sank, and when it sank below the horizon, the lights were on, and everywhere was full of lights.

The senior ward area is very quiet, no loud sounds can be heard everywhere, and it is very suitable for recuperation.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Zhang Rong sat beside him and talked to him.

For most of their lives, they have never been so close.

It's just that Zhang Rong didn't expect that in her lifetime, she would have such a time.

"Ah Rong, Xiao Chen, what are you going to do?" Quan Fuyi asked her very seriously.

"What else can I do, you said don't want to see him."

"I don't want to see him, but he ...... It's my son, after all. Quan Fuyi was helpless.

"There's nothing wrong with him."

"Mu Qingqing's girl is too scheming, she has been pestering Xiao Chen for so many years."

"I don't see it that way." Zhang Rong said lightly.

"Does she love Xiao Chen so much?" Quan Fuyi was very sad, "She is taking advantage of Xiao Chen's love for him, she refuses to even sign the divorce agreement, and she refuses to kill when she is pregnant with someone else's child." ”

"Why don't you always say that?"

"I heard that Xiao Chen also let her work in the group." Quan Fuyi sighed.

"I also heard about it, but outsiders don't know their relationship, and Mu Qingqing also started from the grassroots level."

Quan Fuyi was silent for a while, sad, helpless, and of course, angry.

After a long while, he spoke again: "Ah Rong, do you remember what my father did?" How could a normal person casually forget? ”

In this matter, the two of them have very different ideas about Mu Qingqing's matter, and it is not easy to say more.

Zhang Rong didn't want to quarrel with him now, after all, he had just had surgery

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Someone sent her roses?

Mu Qingqing hurriedly put down his bag and picked up the handful of roses.

"Xiao Mu, your husband is really considerate, and he will give you flowers." A colleague said.

Mu Qingqing knew that it was impossible, it was impossible for Quan Zichen to send her flowers. Besides, they have agreed that the relationship between them will not be made public within the group.

Sure enough, when she carefully held the roses, she found a card among the layers of flowers.

There are only a few words written on the card: I'll wait for you at eight o'clock tomorrow night.

Mu Qingqing held the card nervously, and she was even more convinced that this was not the rose that Quan Zichen gave her.

A colleague had sharp eyes, saw the words on the card, and looked envious: "Xiao Mu, my husband is still so romantic!" ”

Someone on the side chimed in: "Yes, it's really enviable, Xiao Mu, you still say that your husband is not good, I think he is very emotional, and he gave you roses." ”

"This rose is worth a lot of money, isn't it?"

"Sure, this rose has a good color, and each one is delicate."

Everyone on the side chatted with me word by word, but Mu Qingqing's heart was full of words.

Who gave her roses?

Eight o'clock tomorrow night? What do you mean?

The voice of her colleague came to her ears for a while, but she couldn't hear a word, and she kept wondering who would give her roses......

Quan Zichen, impossible, Zhang Shuo, impossible, Kong Mingjie, impossible......

She thought about all the men she could think of, but it was impossible.

Of course, it is not excluded that they played pranks with her on a whim.

"Xiao Mu, why are you unhappy? You should be happy to receive the roses. A colleague asked.

Mu Qingqing came back to his senses and smiled faintly: "Well, I'm happy, I just think he's a waste of money." ”

"How can this be called a waste of money, this is your husband's intention, the heart is rare, you have to cherish it."

Mu Qingqing nodded and did not speak again.

Everyone didn't seem very happy when they saw Mu Qingqing, so they all retreated and went back to their desks to do things.

Still, the crowd whispered in the back.

"Why don't I look like the roses were given by Mu Qingqing's husband?" A colleague whispered.

"I don't think it's like it, her husband has no money, where is he willing to buy her such good roses."

"Look at the card signing, and it doesn't have her husband's name. Of course, I'm just guessing, I think, is it the person chasing her......"

"Oh, there are people chasing after the husband of a wife, how can I be embarrassed by the love of a yellow flower girl."

"Cut, do you have any pretty parents?"

Everyone discussed it later, and from time to time a few words would fall into her ears.

She didn't care, and threw the rose into the drawer under the desk, and the card was casually thrown into the trash.

In the morning, although her heart was disturbed, she still tried to work calmly and seriously.

After a while, the design drawings will be handed over to the supervisor, and this time, Quan Zichen should be satisfied.

However, when she was immersed in work, the matter of roses was still known by Quan Zichen.

At about eleven o'clock, Quan Zichen made a phone call.

"Mu Qingqing, come to my office!" Reading, a better reading experience.